lying          
          in    my   room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
      something  poking my left  hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
     slithering  around  the  fingers, 
          up   the    arm.          
 is   it  drug-fueled  apathy?         
          i   don't   move   the  arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting me,     
 it   moves    further   up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my   head  toward  it.       
            looks    like    seagrass. 
        it's  kinda  cute.          
                                 
     once it's up  my neck and  on  my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
    the  texture  is  like that  of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and the  squish tastes like  sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's  very good.    and i    
 suck   more   of    it   in.          
             chew    it.            
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
      apathy  gone,   i  sit  up.     
     the tendrils are stuck  under    
     my shirt,   entering  by the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the  collar.    
    this makes it hard for me  to  push 
 more   of   it   in   my  mouth.       
   i make to remove the shirt,  but the 
 seagrass finally protests  when i try to 
 move     my     left     arm.          
      so  -  eating  it  is   ok,     
       moving  it  is not.